The old man trembled, looked up and gazed at Min Hong with teary eyes before asking. "Is this what you truly want?"
"Yes, great elder…" Min Hong had seen the man's expression, so he was perfectly sure that this cane really meant something to the man.
"This cane was used by my grandmother when she was very old. Then it was passed on to my mother who always had it on her almost her entire life till she passed away. This was the only thing personal to her that I can remember her by." The old man quaked as he recalled his past.
"Now that I am old, I am also using it, but I guess it is time to pass it on. I will just have to make another one, even if it they might never be the same." His voice was still quivering in loss.